voice;

[bluelilyblue]

So: data points. Has anyone messed around with them? I mean, if you switch too many times does your head explode? Is there a limit on how fast you can switch between different ones?

Besides that, how long does winter last here? Is this one of those 'don't let the ground freeze if you want to plant things in early spring' places? I mean yeah, I had a lot of stuffed beamed into my brain, but thought I'd check if anyone had been here long enough to have first-hand experience.

Also, does anyone have any experience with magic, knowing the future, tarot cards, stuff like that? Just curious. Or well, I have a question, I guess.

[She tries really hard to sound casual about that last part.]

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[bluelilyblue]

Hey, Babydoll.

[It was warm and fond-- it had started off as a tease, because he'd said it to her once upon a not very long time ago. But somehow calling Kavinsky her babydoll felt pleasant. Maybe because she knew that she could, that they were dating, and she meant it in a way that was tender rather than flippant.]

I most certainly do not want you exploding. And-- yeah. I am. I wanted... I don't know. I thought if there was someone that could do readings, I could see if it was still the same. Because I want to kiss you. I hate that I can't, but I don't want to risk it when there's a chance I could-- you know.

[She sighs, seeming to deflate a little from voicing her agitation outloud.]

You're important to me. I don't think this place is part of the future I was supposed to have. But I'm-- too scared to risk it.

[burnyoudown]

[It was a shame she couldn't see the way he smiled. He wasn't used to being called sweet things, and that made this all the sweeter.]

I'll just stick with exploding other things.

[Which he was quite good at, if he did say so himself.]

I want to kiss you, too. Dream about it, sometimes. But, you know, I don't blame you for anything. Like, being scared and not wanting to risk it. If it was me, I'd feel the same way. I could never do something that would hurt you.

[Never mind that he had before. It was...different. And he was trying to be better now, determined.]

Hey, speaking of- d'you think it's still warm enough to do shit outside sometime?

[bluelilyblue]

Yeah? If you're blowing stuff up, I wanna watch.

[He might not be able to see her smile, but he can probably hear the warmth in her voice. Because she thought that he was good at it too, when she was being honest. She had liked his parties, back when she went to them.]

You dream about me a lot? [It was fond more than teasing.]

And I know. You've been- nothing but kind and patient, and it means so much to me. But I still want it. I want you. And it feels almost reflexive; like of course I should kiss you. And then I can't. So I wanted to try, even if odds are that they'd have told me the same thing anyway.

[But he changes the subject, and she's relieved for it.]

Yeah, probably. Just might want to bring a heated blanket or a bonfire. But I'm sure we could find ways to stay warm, if you wanted to make a plan for something.

[There's absolutely something suggestive to her tone, a bit more overt than she usually is, but she's in a bit of a mood after everything, and she wants to just burrow herself into his arms and his warmth and his heart.]

[burnyoudown]

I'll be sure to let you know the next time something needs to be blown up.

[What was a good explosion without anybody around to watch it, anyway?]

Sometimes, yeah. I guess I can't stop thinking about you even when I'm asleep.

[He had referred to her once as the love of his life, and he'd meant it with his whole heart. He thought, if it was possible, that he loved her more with every passing day.]

Mmm. Okay. I think all of the above sounds like a good idea. A heated blanket and a bonfire. It'd really set the mood.

[And, you know, encourage further romance.]